My Crohnstipated Life

Some days, I feel like Crohn’s is winning.

It steals my energy.
It takes away my plans.
It makes me feel like a bad mom.

But one day, in the middle of a bad flare, something shifted.

I was curled up on the couch, completely wiped out. My kids were playing nearby, and I felt awful for not being more present.

Then my daughter walked over and gently tucked her stuffed animal under my arm.

“Here, Mommy. So you feel better.”

That moment wrecked me. Because even though I felt like I was failing, my kids saw me differently.

💜 They didn’t see a sick mom—they saw a mom who always comes back from the hard days.
💜 They didn’t resent me—they loved me anyway.
💜 They weren’t focused on what I couldn’t do—they cherished the moments I was there.

Crohn’s can take a lot. But it will never take away the love between me and my kids. And that? That’s why I keep fighting.

Stay Strong.